Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionateThe whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of itProjectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shitMe and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and NazarethAfter this you be pressing rewind on top your master diskShining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin'Connectin' like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenementsCause all my Brooklyn residents, heavy regimentsDon't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn whoaSee that? Bound to take it all kid, believe thatFrom where they sellin' tree at, to where the police be atTalib Kweli e-Kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at

[Talib Kweli]Brooklyn, New York City where they paint murals of BiggieIn cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look prettyWhat a pity. Blunts is still fifty cents, it's intenseTree scents is dominant can't be covered with incenseMy presence felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal ReflectionPeople thinkin' MC is short hand for Mis ConceptionLet me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusionThat most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrateWalkin' the streets is like battlin', be careful with your bodyYou must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like SadeStop actin' like a bitch already, be a visionaryAnd maybe you can see your name in the column of obituaryThird rate teacher readin' and talkin' about,"I knew he'd amount to nothin'"Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type,Who'd have thought they was frontin'?"Talkin' and loud like you in RCA, get carted awayWith body parts and treys, what a way to start your dayYo it's like

[Chorus: Mos Def & Talib Kweli]One, two, threeMos Def and Talib KweliWe came to rock it on to the tip-topBest alliance in hip-hop, yeaI said one two threeIt's kind of dangerous to be a emceeThey shot Tupac and BiggieToo much violence in hip-hop, yea

[Mos Def]I said Manhattan keep on makin' it (Bo!), Brooklyn keep on takin' it (Bo!)So relax we're takin' it back, Redhook where we're livin' atPlenty cats be strugglin' not hustlin' and bubblin'It ain't about production and, what else we discussin'?When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flowsStrivin' for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosedColossal, true original B-boy apostleStandin' on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo

[Talib Kweli]You think you the shitSomebody in the wings'll force you to quitIt could be your crew or clickOr some random kid you smoked Buddha withConsider me the entity within the industry without a historyOf spittin' the epitome, of stupidity, livin' my lifeExpressin' my liberty, it gotta be done properlyMy name is in the middle of e-Kweli-tyPeople follow me and other cats they hear him flowAnd assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano

[Mos Def]Still sippin' wishin' well water, imported, from PlutoThree hundred and sixty milliliters for all our believersIn miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed usIn the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the cheatersA cypher, will complete us if we come through your receiversYou can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us(Line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli justMake a pussy freeze up, thinkin' we will ease up